Finding Neverland

"....actually, you're a dog"

I love Johnny Dep. He's a fascinating creature. Will the man never age? He's come a long way since 21 Jump Street. I am always assured of a good laugh or cry when he appears on the big screen. Even on the little screen. So naturally, I was excited when yet another opportunity arose for me to take a magical journey with the inimitable hair gel hottie. I quickly signed up for my 2 week free trial with Netflix and pushed him to the top of my Que. I figured I'd been thinking about trying them out for a long time now, so why not now, since there are so many movies out there that I haven't seen, and will most likely not see if I don't opt in for home delivery. This time of year is too iffy to run the risk of late fee's. So I rarely rent. It's a 40+ mile round trip to the local Movie Gallery. That's why I would no doubt end up buying those rentals due to imminent winter time weather conditions.

I was really excited when Finding Neverland arrived in that bright red envelope. I waited until the old bald man left for work, made myself a superb pile of nachos and cracked open that Coca Cola I so rarely indulge in. I gently removed the DVD and sat it in the tray and exercised my remote finger. The drawer slid in and nothing happened. And more of nothing. So I ejected it to see what was the matter.

Oh, is that all.

It had a crack clean through. I was a bit let down, but I had My Big Fat Greek Wedding
waiting in the wings.

I reported it damaged and sent it on it's way. A couple days later I received the replacement copy. I danced around doing my best Mary Martin imitation and batted at the fairy dust drifting down from the ceiling fans. Then I lined out my evenings work on the living room floor in front of the tellie, tossed my taco supremes onto a TV tray and flopped down, my trigger finger itching.

Please work...awesome! Peta-Peta-Peta

I channeled Bette Davis, then composed myself long enough to plow into the sour cream that was oozing from my taco. The excitement was short lived. The picture froze, it moved, then it froze for good. I never made it past the "...you're a dog" scene.

So I'm thinkin', I'm just not meant to watch this flick...not now anyways. I got my gift wrapping done for two birthdays and Christmas while half heartedly engrossing myself in Batman Begins. I had a hard time getting past the cape crusaders lisp.

My doubly bad luck with this movie tells me that it must be a very popular one for it to of been released for such a short time and to already have two worn out discs in a row find their way to my mail box. Will I never find Neverland? I only hope that my luck is better when The Pirates of the Carribean 2 is released. As for Netflix? Thou shalt not judge, lest ye be judged.

12/18/2005 1:25 AM
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